if denied the warmth they yearn
rotisserie hearts predictably turn
enflaming selfish tongues to burn
glowing embers smolder & smoke
rising ashes threaten to choke
old conflagration easily stoke
innocents witness this ugly scene
wonder what white hot words may mean
soaking up pain of blame too keen
pour confessions’ water on flames
douse wildfire of relationship games
let forgiveness speak our new names
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 04, 2014 @ 18:47:09
So much like the glow of ember.. that’s rage if there ever was one.. we need those water of confessions…
Apr 04, 2014 @ 17:15:08
lovely! And so true that nothing but forgiveness can quench the flames that anger ignites!
Apr 04, 2014 @ 15:52:36
Such imperfect creatures we be, whereby emotion trumps intellect, candor, & logic much too often; nice take on the prompt.
Apr 04, 2014 @ 15:44:05
Your rhyme scheme, form and cadence add a lightness that belies the heavy topic.
Apr 04, 2014 @ 03:52:08
let forgiveness speak our new names… it’s good when forgiveness wins and the anger ceases…. ugh…
Apr 04, 2014 @ 03:14:13
Very effective–both in the expression of anger and in the form.
Apr 04, 2014 @ 01:48:51
I wouldn’t have wanted to be a witness to this.